A High FlyA Poem by O...oWhen I was high.... :PThe room is purple, and I am sitting in a circle.
I think I am on drugs, and everyone looks like bugs.
Flying high in the sky, Oh, I wonder how to say goodbye.
I wish I was a fly, then I could get really high...
I'm wondering what I'm seeing, I think that person is peeing.
I don't know what I'm doing, so I guess I should be going.
© 2009 O...oAuthor's Note
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